Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.